Next week I’m going to be visiting a place which is very familiar and yet, maybe not familiar at all.
I was born in the tiny hamlet of Ruscom, a farming village near the city of Windsor. I lived there until I was eight, my parents, my grandparents and great grandparents lived there all their lives.
People in the community still know me (or maybe by now they just know OF me).
I’ll be recording the contemporary sounds of the community. I don’t know what’s there anymore …
The journey back will be just as valuable as the sounds I collect.